"He shot the wall, again." John sighed as he walked into his room, "He's worse than a five-year-old." He said as he lay on the bed beside Mary. He tugged lightly at a strand of her hair, tying it loosely around his fingers.
"He'll get over it, you could always take his guns away." She suggested, she watched him as her head rested on the pillows, her eyes followed his movement and looked at his hand. "I think you should do something with him, he obviously missed you." She said lightly. She had been pestering John to do something with Sherlock for weeks, his ego always got the better of him and he always said no.
The truth was that John wanted to be able to spend time with Sherlock but whenever he saw the man all he could think of what him jumping off that building. "I can't." He shrugged, he sighed again and dropped the strand of hair, watching it hang delicately as he rested his head on the pillow. "It's 1 o'clock and I have to be in the clinic tomorrow so I'm going to sleep," he kissed Mary and turned around, turning off his lamp and closing his eyes, "Night." He whispered.
"Night." She smiled into the darkness before being lulled once again into sleep.
John, however, didn't sleep. He lay there, unable to sleep, unable to relax. His stiff body was tensed on the bed as his hands were clenched in front of him. He was listening to Mary's soft breathing and thinking about what she'd said, he really should spend some time with Sherlock, and take his guns off of him.
When John finally slept it seemed like mere minutes before his alarm was beeping and he had to drag himself out of bed. He pulled on a jumper and went into the kitchen to where Sherlock sat on a stool, the gun perched in his fingers, his thinking face on. John prepared 2 cups of coffee, one for himself and one for Mary.
"John." He said quietly, twiddling the gun and emerging from his daydreaming state
"Mhmm?" He asked as he poured milk into his coffee and leaned on the counter.
"We have a problem," he whispered, "Mycroft texted me. Lestrade has a case, a case which he needs help on." He said looking at John, "He needs my help and I'd be lost without my blogger." He whispered sadly, he hadn't tried guilt tripping yet.
John opened his mouth with a smart remark, something like 'have you seen my blog lately, not much about you, Sherlock' but instead he said, "Okay, but I have work until 4 so where should I meet you?" John chuckled at Sherlock's face, for once the other man was shocked.
"Really? You'll come?" His voice was hopeful and his eyes sparkling as he spoke fast, "Just meet here at 4? I have the address but I'd rather meet here." He looked at the door as Mary walked in, he smiled, stood up and walked to his bedroom.
"He looked happy, what did you do?" she teased, taking her coffee and sipping lightly as she checked the fridge.
"I said I'd go with him on a case," her head shot up out of the fridge and she looked at him, "Nothing dangerous, I don't think. I don't know much about it." He looked over Marys shoulder and into the living room.
"Just, stay safe. I know what happened on your old cases, I read all about them and if you die then I'll never forgive you." She whispered, she walked over to him and placed her mug on the counter, hugging him tight to her and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I love you." She whispered against his neck.
"And I love you." He hugged her back before looking at the clock. "Crap! I have to go." He exclaims, pulling away and dropping his mug in the sink before walking to the door, "Have a nice day!" He shouted before walking out of the room.
"Will do!" Both Sherlock and Mary reply at the same time, just as every other morning. He laughed as he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked down the steps to hail a cab.
"Hey Sarah," He threw the women a smile as he walked into his office and sat at his desk waiting for his first patient. While he waited he got his folders out and opened them up, looking through and double checking.
So, I hear you're going on a case with my brother.-MH
John leaned back in his chair, ignoring the papers and looking at the screen.
Yes, problem?-JW
No. Mary wouldn't fit in on the crime scene, there was a murder. Well 5 to be precise.-MH
5? Who?-JW
Some friends to the royal family. You'll see when you come here, now Sherlock is rather excited so don't get too angry at him.-MH
Okay, the door opened and John looked up, I'm at work so I'll see you this afternoon.-JW he placed his phone in the desk and smiled as the assistant walked in.
"Your first patient's here." She said before ducking out again.
The day, from then on blurred by, he checked up 4 patients, had a lunch break and called Mary, checked up on 2 patients and then went through his files again. He watched the clock ticking by, weirdly excited for the afternoon to come.